It was just another day.. The days leading up to this day were regular.. Nice start.. In November, on the anniversary of the death of my dad we redid the bathroom, painted it and so started a two room painting project.. The bathroom was done in just a very short amount of time.. Then in January we would start the kitchen, and upon completion of this room mom was developing headaches.. So for the next two or three weeks I would run to the store to get something to help with her headaches. By the middle of February she finally had complained enough about her head hurting that I suggested she go see the "D" word.. D word as in doctor.. To most this is a give me to do in these instances but for mom she nearly has to be wheeled into the doctors office, and for me I will be wheeled into the coroners office, I despise doctors, it goes beyond trust to the other side of HATRED.. Anyway she goes and sees the doctor in February and gets an antibiotic, and takes that for a week and after a week if it isn't better to go see him again and they would go from there.. After that week there were good days and one serious bad day.. So we went back, she had to have an MRI done, after that they would evaluate her and see how things stood.. Then that day in March, March 4th (Ians birthday of all days) we go in to see the doctor.. she wears her luck o'the irish sweatshirt and I was figuring it was just a nasty headache and/or a serious sinus infection but she had felt better in the two days prior to the appointment. I dropped her off and went somewhere not thinking it would be anything at all serious.. Came back a short time (well not so short, it is the doctors office after all) and as she got in the car I could tell she was upset and she told me it was serious.. And explained what they were going to have to do.. As I was listening all I could think was how horrible it would be to have that done but also I thought they might get up to regional west and they would say but let's try an alternative to this.. We went back that afternoon with my older brother in tow this time and they explained the procedure and showed the MRI pictures.. I was stunned, there would be no alternative procedure.. That evening was the boos birthday party and I took pictures of the event not knowing how different things would be for mom in a very short amount of time..
They told us it would be a quick three days in the hospital and she would be up and fully recovered in a weeks time.. This part was almost true.. She did recover a lot more quickly than I thought was possible.. However when the surgeon was talking to us he said the bag of infectious puss they removed might have ruptured so as a precaution they would have to give her antibiotics in her veins directly for at least two weeks.. Two weeks at four times a day at regular intervals which meant that whatever the time was day or night they were there like clockwork and they were on time never being late, never overlapping because these antibiotics are the shit.. They clean the system out.. So for the next ten days they did this and I went up to see her and every day she kept getting better so much so that the physical therapy they had her doing was a waste of time.. She could have run a marathon.. So they decide to move her to the local "hospital" (I put quotation marks around hospital because they say it is a hospital and it has the form of a hospital but in reality it is only a staging center, they aren't long term care for more than a night).. We get her to the "hospital" that day and get her checked in and first thing right out they are supposed to give her antibiotics at regular intervals.. That's out and when we asked them why it isn't done the same way as up at the other hospital the doctor says to us "we do things different here"... I instantly think what that means is we do things wrong here. Totally fucked attitude.. They are getting a new hospital but unless they restaff with all new people it will still be the same sucky "hospital" that they have now.. Anyway within two weeks of mom being in the "hospital" there in town she started to go downhill and all I could think was the day I go in her room and she is on a monitor I am going to come unglued and within a few more days she was on a monitor.. I couldn't believe it.. We would leave during the day certain days if she had her antibiotic treatment and could leave, but after being there a week that stopped.. we went from leaving the hospital for a few hours a day to just trying to walk the hall.. Then one day she couldn't do that.. She was so dizzy and she kept saying she was dizzy and all I could think was well what the hell.. You can't approach the doctors in this shithole because they are like rock stars or some shit like this.. The one female doctor that has said that about doing things differently there I nicknamed her short and sassy because she seemed to always be wearing platformed shoes that gave her taller than a pigmy height.. When she climbs down off those shoes she disappears.. Needless to say I didn't care for her.. I swore they had that room bugged, I would put the doctors down at every chance I had and when I left I always got these looks, maybe I was imagining this but..
They did everything they could to figure out why mom needed two of her sons to help her walk the hall.. When she was able to come home for the final few days before she was off the antibiotic treatment, I was of the impression everything was fine.. She was unstable but seemed fine.. It wasn't until August of that year that she fell really bad just out the back.. She had gotten this weed weasel claw thing and was using it to stable her while she walked.. I had placed it next to the step in the back and some reason she grabbed it to use and somehow it either was well into the ground or it grabbed and she wasn't ready for it.. She fell and hit the deck there bruising her back and then also broke her collar bone.. I was upstairs at the time and when I came down I thought I heard something, a sort of slight moaning and went out back and saw her lying on the ground there.. took few minutes to get any kind of idea what was going on.. But I got her up and took her to the doctors office or emergency room.. That is when it really sunk in, she had no balance.. She told me she didn't have any balance but it took this event to show me just how bad things were.. Sometimes a solid thump to the head will get me to see things.. From that day on I have been her steady walking companion.. And that is when it really all changed..
So we had the boos birthday party Saturday.. We went to the place they had it and sat at the table they had all set up and everything. I asked how it felt to be five years old and he said he wasn't five years old yet.. Oh that's right, he is 4 years and 363 days old, my mistake.. Mom tried to sit next to him but he really acted like he didn't want to sit next to her.. She said he kept pulling away from her and all I wondered was what are they telling him.. We are the retched outcasts of the family.. I made a huge mistake back in August of trying to warn of an injury that was going to keep me from going down and watching him the next day.. That's what you get for trying to be responsible, guess I should have just watched out for myself and taken a chance on getting there or not and if not just not worried about it.. All I could think is if I got a flat tire I would have had to drive on it flat, I couldn't hardly move.. Ian would have had to open the car door himself which he still can't do.. Get into the carseat and strapped himself in.. Slapped me every two minutes to make sure I hadn't passed out from the pain.. So every horrible thing that could happen flashes through my mind instantly, and the things that aren't thought of go through as well (not thought of things?).. Anyway when we left the party Saturday mom was nearly in tears.. She wants to be close to Ian and hopes she will be again.. For her sake I hope when the new baby comes things will get better, but I doubt very much if things will.. Donald loves the way things are now, if he didn't he would at least make an effort to call mom once in a while.. He would rather be distant.. It's a very strange feeling to have, but like I told mom, this is how it was before they went to Poland and I figured after they got back we would be back to seeing them the four times a year we saw them before.. And it is that way now and probably won't change.. He likes living so far away that he can't come around but the four times he does.. Why so far away?? Twenty miles.. So near and yet so far away..
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They told us it would be a quick three days in the hospital and she would be up and fully recovered in a weeks time.. This part was almost true.. She did recover a lot more quickly than I thought was possible.. However when the surgeon was talking to us he said the bag of infectious puss they removed might have ruptured so as a precaution they would have to give her antibiotics in her veins directly for at least two weeks.. Two weeks at four times a day at regular intervals which meant that whatever the time was day or night they were there like clockwork and they were on time never being late, never overlapping because these antibiotics are the shit.. They clean the system out.. So for the next ten days they did this and I went up to see her and every day she kept getting better so much so that the physical therapy they had her doing was a waste of time.. She could have run a marathon.. So they decide to move her to the local "hospital" (I put quotation marks around hospital because they say it is a hospital and it has the form of a hospital but in reality it is only a staging center, they aren't long term care for more than a night).. We get her to the "hospital" that day and get her checked in and first thing right out they are supposed to give her antibiotics at regular intervals.. That's out and when we asked them why it isn't done the same way as up at the other hospital the doctor says to us "we do things different here"... I instantly think what that means is we do things wrong here. Totally fucked attitude.. They are getting a new hospital but unless they restaff with all new people it will still be the same sucky "hospital" that they have now.. Anyway within two weeks of mom being in the "hospital" there in town she started to go downhill and all I could think was the day I go in her room and she is on a monitor I am going to come unglued and within a few more days she was on a monitor.. I couldn't believe it.. We would leave during the day certain days if she had her antibiotic treatment and could leave, but after being there a week that stopped.. we went from leaving the hospital for a few hours a day to just trying to walk the hall.. Then one day she couldn't do that.. She was so dizzy and she kept saying she was dizzy and all I could think was well what the hell.. You can't approach the doctors in this shithole because they are like rock stars or some shit like this.. The one female doctor that has said that about doing things differently there I nicknamed her short and sassy because she seemed to always be wearing platformed shoes that gave her taller than a pigmy height.. When she climbs down off those shoes she disappears.. Needless to say I didn't care for her.. I swore they had that room bugged, I would put the doctors down at every chance I had and when I left I always got these looks, maybe I was imagining this but..
They did everything they could to figure out why mom needed two of her sons to help her walk the hall.. When she was able to come home for the final few days before she was off the antibiotic treatment, I was of the impression everything was fine.. She was unstable but seemed fine.. It wasn't until August of that year that she fell really bad just out the back.. She had gotten this weed weasel claw thing and was using it to stable her while she walked.. I had placed it next to the step in the back and some reason she grabbed it to use and somehow it either was well into the ground or it grabbed and she wasn't ready for it.. She fell and hit the deck there bruising her back and then also broke her collar bone.. I was upstairs at the time and when I came down I thought I heard something, a sort of slight moaning and went out back and saw her lying on the ground there.. took few minutes to get any kind of idea what was going on.. But I got her up and took her to the doctors office or emergency room.. That is when it really sunk in, she had no balance.. She told me she didn't have any balance but it took this event to show me just how bad things were.. Sometimes a solid thump to the head will get me to see things.. From that day on I have been her steady walking companion.. And that is when it really all changed..
So we had the boos birthday party Saturday.. We went to the place they had it and sat at the table they had all set up and everything. I asked how it felt to be five years old and he said he wasn't five years old yet.. Oh that's right, he is 4 years and 363 days old, my mistake.. Mom tried to sit next to him but he really acted like he didn't want to sit next to her.. She said he kept pulling away from her and all I wondered was what are they telling him.. We are the retched outcasts of the family.. I made a huge mistake back in August of trying to warn of an injury that was going to keep me from going down and watching him the next day.. That's what you get for trying to be responsible, guess I should have just watched out for myself and taken a chance on getting there or not and if not just not worried about it.. All I could think is if I got a flat tire I would have had to drive on it flat, I couldn't hardly move.. Ian would have had to open the car door himself which he still can't do.. Get into the carseat and strapped himself in.. Slapped me every two minutes to make sure I hadn't passed out from the pain.. So every horrible thing that could happen flashes through my mind instantly, and the things that aren't thought of go through as well (not thought of things?).. Anyway when we left the party Saturday mom was nearly in tears.. She wants to be close to Ian and hopes she will be again.. For her sake I hope when the new baby comes things will get better, but I doubt very much if things will.. Donald loves the way things are now, if he didn't he would at least make an effort to call mom once in a while.. He would rather be distant.. It's a very strange feeling to have, but like I told mom, this is how it was before they went to Poland and I figured after they got back we would be back to seeing them the four times a year we saw them before.. And it is that way now and probably won't change.. He likes living so far away that he can't come around but the four times he does.. Why so far away?? Twenty miles.. So near and yet so far away..
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